Soren was already in the kitchen, balancing the strawberries and pretzels expertly on one arm while bringing in a pitcher of milk with the other. Glasses he could come back for. He moved to arrange everything on the coffee table, setting out the goodies first and carefully chilling the pitcher before going back for the glasses.
Once gotten, he settled down and poured everyone a drink before helping himself to a strawberry. He had arranged himself close to Sable, but not too close, figuring he'd let her call the shots.